THE CRONICLE History of Henry the fift With his battell fought at Agin Court in France Togither with Auntient Pistoll As it hath bene sundry times playd by the Right honorable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants VERITAS VIRESCIT VULNERE TC LONDON Printed by Thomas Creede for Tho. Millington and Iohn Busby And are to be sold at his house in Carter Lane next the Powle head 1600. The Chronicle Historie of Henry the fift with his battel fought at Agin Court in France Togither with Auncient Pistoll Enter King Henry Exeter 2. Bishops Clarence and other Attendants Exeter SHall I call in Thambassadors my Liege King Not yet my Cousin til we be resolude Of some serious matters touching vs and France Bi. God and his Angels guard your sacred throne And make you long become it King Shure we thank you And good my Lord proceed Why the Lawe Salicke which they haue in France Or should or should not stop vs in our clayme And God forbid my wise and learned Lord That you should fashion frame or wrest the same For God doth know how many now in health Shall drop their blood in approbation Of what your reuerence shall incite vs too Therefore take heed how you impawne our person How you awake the sleeping sword of warre We charge you in the name of God take heed After this coniuration speake my Lord And we will iudge note and beleeue in heart That what you speake is washt as pure As sin in baptisme Then heare me gracious soueraigne and you peeres Which owe your liues your faith and seruices To this imperiall throne There is no bar to stay your highnesse claime to France But one which they produce from Faramount No female shall succeed in salicke land Which salicke land the French vniustly gloze To be the realme of France And Faramont the founder of this law and female barre Yet their owne writers faithfully affirme That the land salicke lyes in Germany Betweene the flouds of Sabeck and of Elme Where Charles the fift hauing subdude the Saxons There left behind and setled certaine French Who holding in disdaine the Germaine women For some dishonest maners of their liues Establisht there this lawe To wit No female shall succeed in salicke land Which salicke land as I said before Is at this time in Germany called Mesene Thus doth it well appeare the salicke lawe Was not deuised for the realme of France Nor did the French possesse the salicke land Vntill 400. one and twentie yeares After the function of king Faramount Godly supposed the founder of this lawe Hugh Capet also that vsurpt the crowne To fine his title with some showe of truth When in pure truth it was corrupt and naught Conuaid himselfe as heire to the Lady Inger Daughter to Charles the foresaid Duke of Lorain So that as cleare as is the sommers Sun King Pippins title and Hugh Capets claime King Charles his satisfaction all appeare To hold in right and title of the female So do the Lords of France vntil this day Howbeit they would hold vp this salick lawe To bar your highnesse claiming from the female And rather choose to hide them in a net Then amply to imbrace their crooked causes Vsurpt from you and your progenitors K. May we with right conscience make this claime Bi. The sin vpon my head dread soueraigne For in the booke of Numbers is it writ When the sonne dies let the inheritance Descend vnto the daughter Noble Lord stand for your owne Vnwinde your bloody flagge Go my dread Lord to your great graunsirs graue From whom you clayme And your great Vncle Edward the blacke Prince Who on the French ground playd a Tragedy Making defeat on the full power of France Whilest his most mighty father on a hill Stood smiling to behold his Lyons whelpe Foraging blood of French Nobilitie O Noble English that could entertaine With halfe their Forces the full power of France And let an other halfe stand laughing by All out of worke and cold for action King We must not onely arme vs against the French But lay downe our proportion for the Scot Who will make rode vpon vs with all aduantages Bi. The Marches gracious soueraigne shal be sufficient To guard your England from the pilfering borderers King We do not meane the coursing sneakers onely But feare the mayne entendement of the Scot For you shall read neuer my great grandfather Vnmaskt his power for France But that the Scot on his vnfurnisht Kingdome Came pouring like the Tide into a breach That England being empty of defences Hath shooke and trembled at the brute hereof Bi. She hath bin then more feared then hurt my Lord For heare her but examplified by her selfe When all her chiualry hath bene in France And she a mourning widow of her Nobles She hath her selfe not only well defended But taken and impounded as a stray the king of Scots Whom like a caytiffe she did leade to France Filling your Chronicles as rich with praise As is the owse and bottome of the sea With sunken wrack and shiplesse treasurie Lord. There is a saying very old and true If you will France win Then with Scotland first begin For once the Eagle England being in pray To his vnfurnish nest the weazel Scot Would suck her egs playing the mouse in absence of the cat To spoyle and hauock more then she can eat Exe. It followes then the cat must stay at home Yet that is but a curst necessitie Since we haue trappes to catch the petty theeues Whilste that the armed hand doth fight abroad The aduised head controlles at home For gouernment though high or lowe being put into parts Congrueth with a mutuall consent like musicke Bi. True therefore doth heauen diuide the fate of man in diuers functions Whereto is added as an ayme or but obedience For so liue the honey Bees creatures that by awe Ordaine an act of order to a peopeld Kingdome They haue a King and officers of sort Where some like Magistrates correct at home Others like Marchants venture trade abroad Others like souldiers armed in their stings Make boote vpon the sommers veluet bud Which pillage they with mery march bring home To the tent royall of their Emperour Who busied in his maiestie behold The singing masons building roofes of gold The ciuell citizens lading vp the honey The sad eyde Iustice with his surly humme Deliuering vp to executors pale the lazy caning Drone This I infer that 20. actions once a foote May all end in one moment As many Arrowes losed seuerall wayes flye to one marke As many seuerall wayes meete in one towne As many fresh streames run in one selfe sea As many lines close in the dyall center So may a thousand actions once a foote End in one moment and be all well borne without defect Therefore my Liege to France Diuide your happy England into foure Of which take you one quarter into France And you withall shall make all
with the sheetes And talk of floures and smile vpō his fingers ends I knew there was no way but one How now sir Iohn quoth I And he cryed three times God God God Now I to comfort him bad him not think of God I hope there was no such need Then he bad me put more cloathes at his feere And I felt to them and they were as cold as any stone And to his knees and they were as cold as any stone And so vpward and vpward and all was as cold as any stone Nim. They say he cride out on Sack Host. I that he did Boy And of women Host. No that he did not Boy Yes that he did and he sed they were diuels incarnat Host. Indeed carnation was a colour he neuer loued Nim. Well he did cry out on women Host. Indeed he did in some sort handle women But then he was rumaticke and talkt of the whore of Babylon Boy Hostes do you remember he saw a Flea stand Vpon Bardolfes Nose and sed it was a black soule Burning in hell fire Bar. Well God be with him That was all the wealth I got in his seruice Nim. Shall we shog off The king wil be gone from Southampton Pist. Cleare vp thy cristalles Looke to my chattels and my moueables Trust none the word is pitch and pay Mens words are wafer cakes And holdfast is the only dog my deare Therefore cophetua be thy counsellor Touch her soft lips and part Bar. Farewell hostes Nim. I cannot kis and there 's the humor of it But adieu Pist. Keepe fast thy buggle boe Exit omnes Enter King of France Bourbon Dolphin and others King Now you Lords of Orleance Of Bourbon and of Berry You see the King of England is not slack For he is footed on this land alreadie Dolphin My gratious Lord t is meet we all goe foorth And arme vs against the foe And view the weak sickly parts of France But let vs do it with no show of feare No with no more then if we heard England were busied with a Moris dance For my good Lord she is so idely kingd Her scepter so fantastically borne So guided by a shallow humorous youth That feare attends her not Con. O peace Prince Dolphin you deceiue your selfe Question your grace the late Embassador With what regard he heard his Embassage How well supplied with aged Counsellours And how his resolution andswered him You then would say that Harry was not wilde King Well thinke we Harry strong And strongly arme vs to preuent the foe Con. My Lord here is an Embassador From the King of England Kin. Bid him come in You see this chase is hotly followed Lords Dol. My gracious father cut vp this English short Selfe loue my Liege is not so vile a thing As selfe neglecting Enter Exeter King From our brother England Exe. From him and thus he greets your Maiestie He wils you in the name of God Almightie That you deuest your selfe and lay apart That borrowed tytle which by gift of heauen Of lawe of nature and of nations longs To him and to his heires namely the crowne And all wide stretched titles that belongs Vnto the Crowne of France that you may know T is no sinister nor no awkeward claime Pickt from the worm◠holes of old vanisht dayes Nor from the dust of old obliuion rackte He sends you these most memorable lynes In euery branch truly demonstrated Willing you ouerlooke this pedigree And when you finde him euenly deriued From his most famed and famous ancestors Edward the third he bids you then resigne Your crowne and kingdome indirectly held From him the natiue and true challenger King If not what followes Exe. Bloody cōstraint for if you hide the crown Euen in your hearts there will he rake for it Therefore in fierce tempest is he comming In thunder and in earthquake like a Ioue That if requiring faile he will compell it And on your heads turnes he the widowes teares The Orphanes cries the dead mens bones The pining maydens grones For husbands fathers and distressed louers Which shall be swallowed in this controuersie This is his claime his threatning and my message Vnles the Dolphin be in presence here To whom expresly we bring greeting too Dol. For the Dolphin I stand here for him What to heare from England Exe. Scorn defiance slight regard contempt And any thing that may not misbecome The mightie sender doth he prise you at Thus saith my king Vnles your fathers highnesse Sweeten the bitter mocke you sent his Maiestie Hee le call you to so loud an answere for it That caues and wombely vaultes of France Shall chide your trespasse and return your mock In second accent of his ordenance Dol. Say that my father render faire reply It is against my will For I desire nothing so much As oddes with England And for that cause according to his youth I did present him with those Paris balles Exe. Hee le make your Paris Louer shake for it Were it the mistresse Court of mightie Europe And be assured you le finde a difference As we his subiects haue in wonder found Betweene his yonger dayes and these he musters now Now he wayes time euen to the latest graine Which you shall finde in your owne losses If he stay in France King Well for vs you shall returne our answere backe To our brother England Exit omnes Enter Nim Bardolfe Pistoll Boy Nim. Before God here is hote seruice Pist. T is hot indeed blowes go and come Gods vassals drop and die Nim. T is honor and there 's the humor of it Boy Would I were in London Ide giue all my honor for a pot of Ale Pist. And I. If wishes would preuaile I would not stay but thither would I hie Enter Flewellen and beates them in Flew Godes plud vp to the breaches You rascals will you not vp to the breaches Nim. Abate thy rage sweete knight Abate thy rage Boy Well I would I were once from them They would haue me as familiar With mens pockets as their gloues and their Handkerchers they will steale any thing Bardolfe Stole a Lute case carryed it three mile And sold it for three hapence Nim stole a fier shouell I knew by that they meant to carry coales Well if they will not leaue me I meane to leaue them Exit Nim Bardolfe Pistoll and the Boy Enter Gower Gower Gaptain Flewellen you must come strait To the Mine to the Duke of Gloster Fleu. Looke you tell the Duke it is not so good To come to the mines the concuaueties is otherwise You may discusse to the Duke the enemy is digd Himselfe fiue yardes vnder the countermines By Iesus I thinke hee le blowe vp all If there be no better direction Enter the King and his Lords alarum King How yet resolues the Gouernour of the Towne This is the latest parley wee le admit Therefore to our best mercie giue your selues Or like to men proud of
in the night Promised me to weare it in his hat I promised to strike him if he did I met that Gentleman with my gloue in his hat And I thinke I haue bene as good as my word Flew Your Maiestie heares vnder your Maiesties Manhood what a beggerly lowsie knaue it is Kin. Let me see thy gloue Looke you This is the fellow of it It was I indeed you promised to strike And thou thou hast giuen me most bitter words How canst thou make vs amends Flew Let his necke answere it If there be any marshals lawe in the worell Soul My Liege all offences come from the heart Neuer came any from mine to offend your Maiestie You appeard to me as a common man Witnesse the night your garments your lowlinesse And whatsoeuer you receiued vnder that habit I beseech your Maiestie impute it to your owne fault And not mine For your selfe came not like your selfe Had you bene as you seemed I had made no offence Therefore I beseech your grace to pardon me Kin. Vnckle fill the gloue with crownes And giue it to the souldier Weare it fellow As an honour in thy cap till I do challenge it Giue him the crownes Come Captaine Flewellen I must needs haue you friends Flew By Iesus the fellow hath mettall enough In his belly Harke you souldier there is a shilling for you And keep your selfe out of brawles brables dissentiōs And looke you it shall be the better for you Soul I le none of your money sir not I. Flew Why t is a good shilling man Why should you be queamish Your shoes are not so good It will serue you to mend your shoes Kin. What men of sort are taken vnckle Exe. Charles Duke of Orleance Nephew to the King Iohn Duke of Burbon and Lord Bowchquall Of other Lords and Barrons Knights and Squiers Full fifteene hundred besides common men This note doth tell me often thousand French that in the field lyes slaine Of Nobles bearing banners in the field Charles de le Brute hie Constable of France Iaques of Chattillian Admirall of France The Maister of the crosbows Iohn Duke Alōson Lord Ranbieres hie Maister of France The braue sir Gwigzard Dolphin Of Nobelle Charillas Gran Prie and Rosse Fawconbridge and Foy. Gerard and Verton Vandemant and Lestra Here was a royall fellowship of death Where is the number of our English dead Edward the Duke of Yorke the Earle of Suffolke Sir Richard Ketly Dauy Gam Esquier And of all other but fiue and twentie O God thy arme was here And vnto thee alone ascribe we praise When without strategem And in euen shock of battle was euer heard So great and litle losse on one part and an other Take it God for it is onely thine Exe. T is wonderfull King Come let vs go on procession through the camp Let it be death proclaimed to any man To boast hereof or take the praise from God Which is his due Flew Is it lawful and it please your Maiestie To tell how many is kild King Yes Flewellen but with this acknowledgement That God fought for vs. Flew Yes in my conscience he did vs great good King Let there be sung Nououes and te Deum The dead with charitie enterred in clay Wee le then to Calice and to England then Where nere from France arriude more happier men Exit omnes Enter Gower and Flewellen Gower But why do you weare your Leeke to day Saint Dauies day is past Flew There is occasion Captaine Gower Looke you why and wherefore The other day looke you Pistolles Which you know is a man of no merites In the worell is come where I was the other day And brings bread and sault and bids me Eate my Leeke t was in a place looke you Where I could moue no discentions But if I can see him I shall tell him A litle of my desires Gow Here a comes swelling like a Turkecocke Enter Pistoll Flew T is no matter for his swelling and his turkecocks God plesse you Antient Pistoll you scall Beggerly lowsie knaue God plesse you Pist. Ha art thou bedlem Dost thou thurst base Troyan To haue me folde vp Parcas fatall web Hence I am qualmish at the smell of Leeke Flew Antient Pistoll I would desire you because It doth not agree with your stomacke and your appetite And your digestions to eate this Leeke Pist. Not for Cadwalleder and all his goates Flew There is one goate for you Antient Pistol He strikes him Pist. Bace Troyan thou shall dye Flew I I know I shall dye meane time I would Desire you to liue and eate this Leeke Gower Inough Captaine you haue astonisht him Flew Astonisht him by Iesu I le beate his head Foure dayes and foure nights but I le Make him eate some part of my Leeke Pist. Well must I byte Flew I out of question or doubt or ambiguities You must byte Pist. Good good Flew I Leekes are good Antient Pistoll There is a shilling for you to heale your bloody coxkome Pist. Me a shilling Flew If you will not take it I haue an other Leeke for you Pist. I take thy shilling in earnest of reconing Flew If I owe you any thing I le pay you in cudgels You shal be a woodmonger And by cudgels God bwy you Antient Pistoll God blesse you And heale your broken pate Antient Pistoll if you see Leekes an other time Mocke at them that is all God bwy you Exit Flewellen Pist. All hell shall stir for this Doth Fortune play the huswye with me now Is honour cudgeld from my warlike lines Well France farwell newes haue I certainly That Doll is sicke One mally die of France The warres affordeth nought home will I trug Bawd will I turne and vse the slyte of hand To England will I steale And there I le steale And patches will I get vnto these skarres And sweare I gat them in the Gallia warres Exit Pistoll Enter at one doore the King of England and his Lords And at the other doore the King of France Queene Katherine the Duke of Burbon and others Harry Peace to this meeting wherefore we are met And to our brother France Faire time of day Faire health vnto our louely cousen Katherine And as a branch and member of this stock We do salute you Duke of Burgondie Fran. Brother of England right ioyous are we to behold Your face so are we Princes English euery one Duk. With pardon vnto both your mightines Let it not displease you if I demaund What rub or bar hath thus far hindred you To keepe you from the gentle speech of peace Har. If Duke of Burgondy you wold haue peace You must buy that peace According as we haue drawne our articles Fran. We haue but with a cursenary eye Oreviewd them pleaseth your Grace To let some of your Counsell sit with vs We shall returne our peremptory answere Har. Go Lords and sit with them And bring vs answere backe Yet leaue our cousen
of a warming pan Host. By my troath hee le yeeld the crow a pudding one of these dayes I le go to him husband you le come Bar. Come Pistoll be friends Nim prithee be friends and if thou wilt not be Enemies with me too Ni. I shal haue my eight shillings I woon of you at beating Pist. Base is the slaue that payes Nim. That now I will haue and there 's the humor of it Pist. As manhood shall compound They draw Bar. He that strikes the first blow I le kill him by this sword Pist. Sword is an oath and oathes must haue their course Nim. I shall haue my eight shillings I wonne of you at beating Pist. A noble shalt thou haue and readie pay And liquor likewise will I giue to thee And friendship shall combind and brotherhood I le liue by Nim as Nim shall liue by me Is not this iust for I shall Sutâ—er be Vnto the Campe and profit will occrue Nim. I shall haue my noble Pist. In cash most truly paid Nim. Why there 's the humour of it Enter Hostes. Hostes. As euer you came of men come in Sir Iohn poore soule is so troubled With a burning tashan contigian feuer t is wonderfull Pist. Let vs condoll the knight for lamkins we will liue Exeunt omnes Enter Exeter and Gloster Glost. Before God my Lord his Grace is too bold to trust these traytors Exe. They shal be apprehended by and by Glost. I but the man that was his bedfellow Whom he hath cloyed and graced with princely fauours That he should for a forraine purse to sell His Soueraignes life to death and trechery Exe. O the Lord of Massham Enter the King and three Lords King Now sirs the windes faire and we wil aboord My Lord of Cambridge and my Lord of Massham And you my gentle Knight giue me you thoughts Do you not thinke the power we beare with vs Will make vs conquerors in the field of France Masha No doubt my Liege if each man do his best Cam. Neuer was Monarch better feared and loued then is your maiestie Gray Euen those that were your fathers enemies Haue steeped their galles in honey for your sake King We therefore haue great cause of thankfulnesse And shall forget the office of our hands Sooner then reward and merit According to their cause and worthinesse Masha So seruice shall with steeled sinewes shine And labour shall refresh it selfe with hope To do your Grace incessant seruice King Vncle of Exeter enlarge the man Committed yesterday that rayled against our person We consider it was the heate of wine that set him on And on his more aduice we pardon him Masha That is mercie but too much securitie Let him bee punisht Soueraigne least the example of him Breed more of such a kinde King O let vs yet be mercifull Cam. So may your highnesse and punish too Gray You shew great mercie if you giue him life After the taste of his correction King Alas your too much care and loue of me Are heauy orisons gainst the poore wretch If litle faults proceeding on distemper should not bee winked at How should we stretch our eye when capitall crimes Chewed swallowed and disgested appeare before vs Well yet enlarge the man tho Cambridge and the rest In their deare loues and tender preseruation of our state Would haue him punisht Now to our French causes Who are the late Commissioners Cam. Me one my Lord your highnesse bad me aske for it to day Mash So did you me my Soueraigne Gray And me my Lord. King Then Richard Earle of Cambridge there is yours There is yours my Lord of Masham And sir Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland this same is yours Read them and know we know your worthinesse Vnckle Exeter I will aboord to night Why how now Gentlemen why change you colour What see you in those papers That hath so chased your blood out of apparance Cam. I do confesse my fault and do submit me To your highnesse mercie Mash To which we all appeale King The mercy which was quit in vs but late By your owne reasons is forestald and done You must not dare for shame to aske for mercy For your owne conscience turne vpon your bosomes As dogs vpon their maisters worrying them See you my Princes and my noble Peeres These English monsters My Lord of Cambridge here You know how apt we were to grace him In all things belonging to his honour And this vilde man hath for a fewe light crownes Lightly conspired and sworne vnto the practises of France To kill vs here in Hampton To the which This knight no lesse in bountie bound to vs Then Cambridge is haah likewise sworne But oh what shall I say to thee false man Thou cruell ingratefull and inhumane creature Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsell That knewst the very secrets of my heart That almost mightest a coyned me into gold Wouldest thou a practisde on me for thy vse Can it be possible that out of thee Should proceed one sparke that might annoy my finger T is so strange that tho the truth doth showe as grose As black from white mine eye wil scarcely see it Their faults are open arrest them to the answer of the lawe And God acquit them of their practises Exe. I arrest thee of high treason By the name of Richard Earle of Camhridge I arest thee of high treason By the name of Henry Lord of Masham I arest thee of high treason By the name of Thomas Gray knight of Northumberland Mash Our purposes God iustly hath discouered And I repent my fault more then my death Which I beseech your maiestie forgiue Altho my body pay the price of it King God quit you in his mercy Heare your sentence You haue conspired against our royall person Ioyned with an enemy proclaimed and fixed And froÌ„ his coffers receiued the golden earnest of our death Touching our person we seeke no redresse But we our kingdomes safetie must so tender Whose ruine you haue sought That to our lawes we do deliuer you Get ye therefore hence poore miserable creatures to your death The taste whereof God in his mercy giue you Patience to endure and true repentance of all your deeds amisse Beare them hence Exit three Lords Now Lords to France The enterprise whereof Shall be to you as vs successiuely Since God cut off this dangerous treason lurking in our way Cheerly to sea the signes of war aduance No King of England if not King of France Exit omnes Enter Nim Pistoll Bardolfe Hostes and a Boy Host. I prethy sweete heart let me bring thee so farre as Stanes Pist. No fur no fur Bar. Well sir Iohn is gone God be with him Host. I he is in Arthors bosom if euer any were He went away as if it were a crysombd childe Betweene twelue and one Iust at turning of the tide His nose was as sharpe as a pen For when I saw him fumble
is certaine there is not a Boy left aliue And the cowerdly rascals that ran from the battell Themselues haue done this slaughter Beside they haue carried away and burnt All that was in the kings Tent Whervpon the king caused euery prisoners Throat to be cut O he is a worthy king Flew I he was born at Monmorth Captain Gower what call you the place where Alexander the big was borne Gour. Alexander the great Flew Why I pray is nat big great As if I say big or great or magnanimous I hope it is all one reconing Saue the frase is a litle varation Gour. I thinke Alexander the great Was borne at Macedon His father was called Philip of Macedon As I take it Flew I thinke it was Macedon indeed where Alexander Was borne looke you captaine Gower And if you looke into the mappes of the worell well You shall finde litle difference betweene Macedon and Monmorth Looke you there is A Riuer in Macedon and there is also a Riuer In Monmorth the Riuers name at Monmorth Is called Wye But t is out of my braine what is the name of the other But t is all one t is so like as my fingers is to my fingers And there is Samons in both Looke you captaine Gower and you marke it You shall finde our King is come after Alexander God knowes and you know that Alexander in his Bowles and his alles and his wrath and his displeasures And indignations was kill his friend Clitus Gower I but our King is not like him in that For he neuer killd any of his friends Flew Looke you t is not well done to take the tale out Of a mans mouth ere it is made an end and finished I speake in the comparisons as Alexander is kill His friend Clitus so our King being in his ripe Wits and iudgements is turne away the fat knite With the great belly double I am forget his name Gower Sir Iohn Falstaffe Flew I I thinke it is Sir Iohn Falstaffe indeed I can tell you there 's good men borne at Monmorth Enter King and the Lords King I was not angry since I came into France Vntill this houre Take a trumpet Herauld And ride vnto the horsmen on yon hill If they will fight with vs bid them come downe Or leaue the field they do offend our sight Will they do neither we will come to them And make them skyr away as fast As stones enforst from the old Assirian slings Besides wee le cut the throats of those we haue And not one aliue shall taste our mercy Enter the Herauld Gods will what meanes this knowst thou not That we haue fined these bones of ours for ransome Herald I come great king for charitable fauour To sort our Nobles from our common men We may haue leaue to bury all our dead Which in the field lye spoyled and troden on Kin. I tell thee truly Herauld I do not know whether The day be ours or no For yet a many of your French do keep the field Hera The day is yours Kin. Praised be God therefore What Castle call you that Hera We call it Agincourt Kin. Then call we this the field of Agincourt Fought on the day of Cryspin Cryspin Flew Your grandfather of famous memorie If your grace be remembred Is do good seruice in France Kin. T is true Flewellen Flew Your Maiestie sayes verie true And it please your Maiestie The Wealchmen there was do good seruice In a garden where Leekes did grow And I thinke your Maiestie wil take no scorne To weare a Leake in your cap vpon S. Dauies day Kin. No Flewellen for I am wealch as well as you Flew All the water in VVye wil not wash your wealch Blood out of you God keep it and preserue it To his graces will and pleasure Kin. Thankes good countryman Flew By Iesus I am your Maiesties countryman I care not who know it so long as your maiesty is an honest man K. God keep me so Our Herald go with him And bring vs the number of the scattred French Exit Heralds Call yonder souldier hither Flew You fellow come to the king Kin. Fellow why doost thou weare that gloue in thy hat Soul And please your maiestie t is a rascals that swagard With me the other day and he hath one of mine Which if euer I see I haue sworne to strike him So hath he sworne the like to me K. How think you Flewellen is it lawfull he keep his oath Fl. And it please your maiesty t is lawful he keep his vow If he be periur'd once he is as arrant a beggerly knaue As treads vpon too blacke shues Kin. His enemy may be a gentleman of worth Flew And if he be as good a gentleman as Lucifer And Belzebub and the diuel himselfe T is meete he keepe his vowe Kin. Well sirrha keep your word Vnder what Captain seruest thou Soul Vnder Captaine Gower Flew Captaine Gower is a good Captaine And hath good littrature in the warres Kin. Go call him hither Soul I will my Lord. Exit souldier Kin. Captain Flewellen when Alonson and I was Downe together I tooke this gloue off from his helmet Here Flewellen weare it If any do challenge it He is a friend of Alonsons And an enemy to mee Fle. Your maiestie doth me as great a fauour As can be desired in the harts of his subiects I would see that man now that should chalenge this gloue And it please God of his grace I would but see him That is all Kin. Flewellen knowst thou Captaine Gower Fle. Captaine Gower is my friend And if it like your maiestie I know him very well Kin. Go call him hither Flew I will and it shall please your maiestie Kin. Follow Flewellen closely at the heeles The gloue he weares it was the souldiers It may be there will be harme betweene them For I do know Flewellen valiant And being toucht as hot as gunpowder And quickly will returne an iniury Go see there be no harme betweene them Enter Gower Flewellen and the Souldier Flew Captain Gower in the name of Iesu Come to his Maiestie there is more good toward you Then you can dreame off Soul Do you heare you sir do you know this gloue Flew I know the the gloue is a gloue Soul Sir I know this and thus I challenge it He strikes him Flew Gode plut and his Captain Gower stand away I le giue treason his due presently Enter the King VVarwicke Clarence and Exeter Kin. How now what is the matter Flew And it shall please your Maiestie Here is the notablest peece of treason come to light As you shall desire to see in a sommers day Here is a rascall beggerly rascall is strike the gloue Which your Maiestie tooke out of the helmet of Alonson And your Maiestie will beare me witnes and testimony And auouchments that this is the gloue Soul And it please your Maiestie that was my gloue He that I gaue it too
Katherine here behind France Withall our hearts Exit King and the Lords Manet Hrry Katherine and the Gentlewoman Hate Now Kate you haue a blunt wooer here Left with you If I could win thee at leapfrog Or with vawting with my armour on my backe Into my saddle Without brag be it spoken I de make compare with any But leauing that Kate If thou takest me now Thou shalt haue me at the worst And in wearing thou shalt haue me better and better Thou shalt haue a face that is not worth sun-burning But doost thou thinke that thou and I Betweene Saint Denis And Saint George shall get a boy That shall goe to Constantinople And take the great Turke by the beard ha Kate Kate. Is it possible dat me sall Loue de enemie de France Harry No Kate t is vnpossible You should loue the enemie of France For Kate I loue France so well That I le not leaue a Village I le haue it all mine then Kate When France is mine And I am yours Then France is yours And you are mine Kate. I cannot tell what is dat Harry No Kate Why I le tell it you in French Which will hang vpon my tongue like a bride On her new married Husband Let me see Saint Dennis be my speed Quan France et mon. Kate. Dat is when France is yours Harry Et vous ettes amoy Kate. And I am to you Harry Douck France ettes a vous Kate. Den France sall be mine Harry Et Ie suyues a vous Kate. And you will be to me Har. Wilt beleeue me Kate t is easier for me To conquer the kingdome thē to speak so much More French Kate. A your Maiesty has false France inough To deceiue de best Lady in France Harry No faith Kate not I. But Kate In plaine termes do you loue me Kate. I cannot tell Harry No can any of your neighbours tell I le aske them Come Kate I know you loue me And soone when you are in your closset You le question this Lady of me But I pray thee sweete Kate vse me mercifully Because I loue thee cruelly That I shall dye Kate is sure But for thy loue by the Lord neuer What Wench A straight backe will growe crooked A round eye will growe hollowe A great leg will waxe small A curld pate proue balde But a good heart Kate is the sun and the moone And rather the Sun and not the Moone And therefore Kate take me Take a souldier take a souldier Take a King Therefore tell me Kate wilt thou haue me Kate. Dat is as please the King my father Harry Nay it will please him Nay it shall please him Kate. And vpon that condition Kate I le kisse you Ka. O mon du Ie ne voudroy faire quelke chosse Pour toute le monde Ce ne poynt votree fachion en fouor Harry What saies she Lady Lady Dat it is not de fasion en France For de maides before da be married to May foy ie oblye what is to bassie Har. To kis to kis O that t is not the Fashion in Frannce for the maydes to kis Before they are married Lady Owye see votree grace Har. Well wee le breake that custome Therefore Kate patience perforce and yeeld Before God Kate you haue witchcraft In your kisses And may perswade with me more Then all the French Councell Your father is returned Enter the King of France and the Lordes How now my Lords France Brother of England We haue orered the Articles And haue agreed to all that we in sedule had Exe. Only he hath not subscribed this Wh're your maiestie demaunds That the king of France hauing any occasion To write for matter of graun◠Shall name your highnesse in this forme And with this addition in French Nostre tresher filz Henry Roy D'anglaterre E heare de France And thus in Latin Preclarissimus filius noster Henricus Rex Anglie Et heres Francie Fran Nor this haue we so nicely stood vpon But you faire brother may intreat the same Har. Why then let this among the rest Haue his full course And withall Your daughter Katherine in mariage Fran. This and what else Your maiestie shall craue God that disposeth all giue you much ioy Har. Why then faire Katherine Come giue me thy hand Our mariage will we present solemnise And end our hatred by a bond of loue Then will I sweare to Kate and Kate to mee And may our vowes once made vnbroken bee FINIS
destruction defie vs to our worst For as I am a souldier a name that in my thoughts Becomes me best if we begin the battery once againe I will not leaue the halfe atchieued Harflew Till in her ashes she be buried The gates of mercie are all shut vp What say you will you yeeld and this auoyd Or guiltie in defence be thus destroyd Enter Gouernour Gouer. Our expectation hath this day an end The Dolphin whom of succour we entreated Returnes vs word his powers are not yet ready To raise so great a siege therefore dread King We yeeld our towne and liues to thy soft mercie Enter our gates dispose of vs and ours For we no longer are defensiue now Enter Katherine Allice Kate. Allice venecia vous aues cates en Vou parte fort bon Angloys englatara Coman sae palla vou la main en francoy Allice La main madam de han Kate. E da bras Allice De arma madam Kate. Le main da han la bras de arma Allice Owy e madam Kate. E Coman sa pella vow la menton a la coll Allice De neck e de cin madam Kate. E de neck e de cin e de code Allice De cudie ma foy Ie oblye mais Ie remembre Le tude o de elbo madam Kate. Ecowte Ie rehersera towt cella que Iac apoandre De han de arma de neck du cin e de bilbo Allice De elbo madam Kate. O Iesu Iea obloye ma foy ecoute Ie recontera De han de arma de neck de cin e de elbo e ca bon Allice Ma foy madam vow parla au se bon Angloys Asie vous aues ettue en Englatara Kate. Par la grace de deu an pettie tanes Ie parle milleur Coman se pella vou le peid e le robe Allice Le foot e le con Kate. Le fot e le con ô Iesu Ie ne vew poinct parle Sie plus deuant le che cheualires de franca Pur one million ma foy Allice Madam de foote ele con Kate. O et ill ausie ecowte Allice de han de arma De neck de cin le foote e de con Allice Cet fort bon madam Kate. A loues a diner Exit omnes Enter King of France Lord Constable the Dolphin and Burbon King T is certaine he is past the Riuer Some Con. Mordeu ma via Shall a few spranes of vs The emptying of our fathers luxerie Outgrow their grafters Bur. Normanes basterd Normanes mor du And if they passe vnfoughtwithall I le sell my Dukedome for a foggy farme In that short nooke I le of England Const. Why whence haue they this mettall Is not their clymate raw foggy and colde On whom as in disdaine the Sunne lookes pale Can barley broath a drench for swolne Iades Their sodden water decockt such liuely blood And shall our quick blood spirited with wine Seeme frosty O for honour of our names Let vs not hang like frozen Iicesickles Vpon our houses tops while they a more frosty clymate Sweate drops of youthfull blood King Constable dispatch send Montioy forth To know what willing raunsome he will giue Sonne Dolphin you shall stay in Rone with me Dol. Not so I do beseech your Maiestie King Well I say it shal be so Exeunt omnes Enter Gower Go. How now Captain Flewellen come you frō the bridge Flew By Iesus ther 's excellēt seruice cōmitted at y e bridge Gour. Is the Duke of Exeter safe Flew The duke of Exeter is a mā whom I loue I honor And I worship with my soule and my heart and my life And my lands and my liuings And my vttermost powers The Duke is looke you God be praised and pleased for it no harme in the worell He is maintain the bridge very gallently there is an Ensigne There I do not know how you call him but by Iesus I think He is as valient a man as Marke Anthonie he doth maintain the bridge most gallantly yet he is a man of no reckoning But I did see him do gallant seruice Gouer. How do you call him Flew His name is ancient Pistoll Gouer. I know him not Enter Ancient Pistoll Flew Do you not know him here comes the man Pist. Captaine I thee beseech to do me fauour The Duke of Exeter doth loue thee well Flew I and I praise God I haue merrited some loue at his hands Pist. Bardolfe a souldier one of buxsome valour Hath by furious fate And giddy Fortunes fickle wheele That Godes blinde that stands vpon the rowling restlesse stone Flew By your patience ancient Pistoll Fortune looke you is painted Plind with a mufler before her eyes To signifie to you that Fortune is plind And she is moreouer painted with a wheele Which is the morall that Fortune is turning And inconstant and variation and mutabilities And her fate is fixed at a sphericall stone Which roules and roules and roules Surely the Poet is make an exellēt descriptiō of Fortune Fortune looke you is and excellent morall Pist. Fortune is Bardolfes foe and frownes on him For he hath stolne a packs and hanged must he be A damned death let gallowes gape for dogs Let man go free and let not death his windpipe stop But Exeter hath giuen the doome of death For packs of pettie price Therefore go speake the Duke will heare thy voyce And let not Bardolfes vitall threed be cut With edge of penny cord and vile approach Speake Captaine for his life and I will thee requite Flew Captain Pistoll I partly vnderstand your meaning Pist. Why then reioyce therefore Flew Certainly Antient Pistol t is not a thing to reioyce at For if he were my owne brother I would wish the Duke To do his pleasure and put him to executions for look you Disciplines ought to be kept they ought to be kept Pist. Die and be damned and fig a for thy friendship Flew That is good Pist. The figge of Spaine within thy Iawe Flew That is very well Pist. I say the fig within thy bowels and thy durty maw Exit Pistoll Fle. Captain Gour cannot you hear it lighten thunder Gour. Why is this the Ancient you told me of I remember him now he is a bawd a cutpurse Flew By Iesus heeis vtter as praue words vpon the bridge As you shall desire to see in a sommers day but it s all one What he hath sed to me looke you is all one Go. Why thi◠is a gul a foole a rogue that goes to the wars Onely to grace himselfe at his returne to London And such feliowes as he Are perfect in great Commaunders names They will learne by rote where seruices were done At such and such a scence at such a breach At such a conuoy who came off brauely who was shot Who disgraced what termes the enemie stood on And this they con perfectly in phrase of warre Which they trick vp with new tuned oathes what a berd
Of the Generalls cut and a horid shout of the campe Will do among the foming bottles and ale washt wits Is wonderfull to be thought on but you must learne To know such slaunders of this age Or else you may maruellously be mistooke Flew Certain captain Gower it is not the man looke you That I did take him to be but when time shall serue I shall tell him a litle of my desires here comes his Maiestie Fnter King Clarence Gloster and others King How now Flewellen come you from the bridge Flew I and it shall please your Maiestie There is excellent seruice at the bridge King What men haue you lost Flewellen Flew And it shall please your Maiestie The partition of the aduersarie hath bene great Very reasonably great but for our own parts like you now I thinke we haue lost neuer a man vnlesse it be one For robbing of a church one Bardolfe if your Maiestie Know the man his face is full of whelkes and knubs And pumples and his breath blowes at his nose Like a cole sometimes red sometimes plew But god be praised now his nose is executed his fire out King We would haue all offenders so cut off And we here giue expresse commaundment That there be nothing taken from the villages but paid for None of the French abused Or abraided with disdainfull language For when cruelty and lenitie play for a Kingdome The gentlest gamester is the sooner winner Enter French Herauld Hera You know me by my habit Ki. Well thē we know thee what shuld we know of thee Hera My maisters minde King Vnfold it Heral Go thee vnto Harry of England and tell him Aduantage is a better souldier then rashnesse Altho we did seeme dead we did but slumber Now we speake vpon our kue and our voyce is imperiall England shall repent her folly see her rashnesse And admire our sufferance Which to raunsome His pettinesse would bow vnder For the effusion of our blood his army is too weake For the disgrace we haue borne himselfe Kneeling at our feete a weake and worthlesse satisfaction To this adde defyance So much from the king my maister King What is thy name we know they qualitie Herald Montioy King Thou dost thy office faire returne thee backe And tell thy King I do not seeke him now But could be well content without impeach To march on to Callis for to say the sooth Though t is no wisdome to confesse so much Vnto an enemie of craft and vantage My souldiers are with sicknesse much infeebled My Army lessoned and those fewe I haue Almost no better then so many French Who when they were in heart I tell thee Herauld I thought vpon one paire of English legges Did march three French mens Yet forgiue me God that I do brag thus This your heire of France hath blowne this vice in me I must repent go tell thy maister here I am My raunsome is this frayle and worthlesse body My Army but a weake and sickly guarde Yet God before we will come on If France and such an other neighbour stood in our way If we may passe we will if we be hindered We shal your tawny ground with your red blood discolour So Montioy get you gone there is for your paines The sum of all our answere is but this We would not seeke a battle as we are Nor as we are we say we will not shun it Herauld I shall deliuer so thanks to your Maiestie Glos. My Liege I hope they will not come vpon vs now King We are in Gods hand brother not in theirs To night we will encampe beyond the bridge And on to morrow bid them march away Enter Burbon Constable Orleance Gebon Const. Tut I haue the best armour in the world Orleance You haue an excellent armour But let my horse haue his due Burbon Now you talke of a horse I haue a steed like the Palfrey of the sun nothing but pure ayre and fire And hath none of this dull element of earth within him Orleance He is of the colour of the Nutmeg Bur. And of the heate a the Ginger Turne all the sands into eloquent tongues And my horse is argument for them all I once writ a Sonnet in the praise of my horse And began thus Wonder of nature Con. I haue heard a Sonnet begin so In the praise of ones Mistresse Burb. Why then did they immitate that Which I writ in praise of my horse For my horse is my mistresse Con. Ma foy the other day me thought Your mistresse shooke you shrewdly Bur. I bearing me I tell thee Lord Constable My mistresse weares her owne haire Con. I could make as good a boast of that If I had had a sow to my mistresse Bur. Tut thou wilt make vse of any thing Con. Yet I do not vse my horse for my mistresse Bur. Will it neuer be morning He ride too morrow a nule And my way shal be paued with English faces Con. By my faith so will not I For feare I be outfaced of my way Bur. Well I le go arme my selfe hay Gebon The Duke of Burbon longs for morning Or. I he longs to eate the English Con. I thinke hee le eate all he killes Orle. O peace ill will neuer said well Con. I le cap that prouerbe With there is flattery in friendship Or. O sir I can answere that With giue the diuel his due Con. Haue at the eye of that prouerbe With a Iogge of the diuel Or. Well the Duke of Burbon is simply The most actiue Gentleman of France Con. Doing his actiuitie and hee le stil be doing Or. He neuer did hurt as I heard off Con. No I warrant you nor neuer will Or. I hold him to be exceeding valiant Con. I was told so by one that knows him better thē you Or. Whos 's that Con. Why he told me so himselfe And said he cared not who knew it Or. Well who will go with me to hazard For a hundred English prisoners Con. You must go to hazard your selfe Before you haue them Enter a Messenger Mess. My Lords the English lye within a hundred Paces of your Tent. Con. Who hath measured the ground Mess. The Lord Granpeere Con. A valiant man a. an expert Gentleman Come come away The Sun is hie and we weare out the day Exit omnes Enter the King disguised to him Pistoll Pist. Ke ve la King A friend Pist. Discus vnto me art thou Gentleman Or art thou common base and popeler King No sir I am a Gentleman of a Company Pist. Trailes thou the puissant pike King Euen so sir. What are you Pist. As good a gentleman as the Emperour King O then thou art better then the King Pist. The kings abago and a hart of gold Pist. A lad of life an impe of fame Of parents good of fist most valiant I kis his durtie shoe and from my hart strings I loue the louely bully What is thy name King Harry le Roy.
Pist. Le Roy a Cornish man Art thou of Cornish crew Kin. No sir I am a Wealchman Pist. A Wealchman knowst thou Flewellen Kin. I sir he is my kinsman Pist. Art thou his friend Kin. I sir. Pist. Figa for thee then my name is Pistoll Kin. It sorts well with your fiercenesse Pist. Pistoll is my name Exit Pistoll Enter Gower and Flewellen Gour. Captaine Flewellen Flew In the name of Iesu speake lewer It is the greatest folly in the worell when the auncient Prerogatiues of the warres be not kept I warrant you if you looke into the warres of the Romanes You shall finde no tittle tattle nor bible bable there But you shall finde the cares and the feares And the ceremonies to be otherwise Gour. Why the enemy is loud you heard him all night Flew Godes sollud if the enemy be an Asse a Foole And a prating cocks-come is it meet that we be also a foole And a prating cocks-come in your conscience now Gour. I le speake lower Flew I beseech you do good Captaine Gower Exit Gower and Flewellen Kin. Tho it appeare a litle out of fashion Yet there 's much care in this Enter three Souldiers 1. Soul Is not that the morning yonder 2. Soul I we see the beginning God knowes whether we shall see the end or no. 3. Soul Well I thinke the king could wish himselfe Vp to the necke in the middle of the Thames And so I would he were at all aduentures and I with him Kin. Now masters god morrow what cheare 3. S. I faith small cheer some of vs is like to haue Ere this day ende Kin. Why fear nothing man the king is frolike 2. S. I he may be for he hath no such cause as we Kin. Nay say not so he is a man as we are The Violet smels to him as to vs Therefore if he see reasons he feares as we do 2. Sol. But the king hath a heauy reckoning to make If his cause be not good when all those soules Whose bodies shall be slaughtered here Shall ioyne together at the latter day And say I dyed at such a place Some swearing Some their wiues rawly left Some leauing their children poore behind them Now if his cause be bad I think it will be a greeuous matter to him King Why so you may say if a man send his seruant As Factor into another Countrey And he by any meanes miscarry You may say the businesse of the maister Was the author of his seruants misfortune Or if a sonne be imployd by his father And he fall into any leaud action you may say the father Was the author of his sonnes damnation But the master is not to answere for his seruants The father for his sonne nor the king for his subiects For they purpose not their deaths whē they craue their seruices Some there are that haue the gift of premeditated Murder on them Others the broken seale of Forgery in beguiling maydens Now if these outstrip the lawe Yet they cannot escape Gods punishment War is Gods Beadel War is Gods vengeance Euery mans seruice is the kings But euery mans soule is his owne Therfore I would haue euery souldier examine himselfe And wash euery moath out of his conscience That in so doing he may be the readier for death Or not dying why the time was well spent Wherein such preparation was made 3 Lord. Yfaith he saies true Euery mans fault on his owne head I would not haue the king answere for me Yet I intend to fight lustily for him King Well I heard the king he wold not be ransomde 2. L. I he said so to make v◠fight But when our throates be cut he may be ransomde And we neuer the wiser King If I liue to see that I le neuer trust his word againe 2. Sol. Mas you le pay him then t is a great displeasure That an elder gun can do against a cannon Or a subiect against a monarke You le nere take his word again your a nasse goe King Your reproofe is somewhat too bitter Were it not at this time I could be angry 2. Sol. Why let it be a quartell if thou wilt King How shall I know thee 2. Sol. Here is my gloue which if euer I see in thy hat I le challenge thee and strike thee Kin. Here is likewise another of mine And assure thee I le weare it 2. Sol. Thou dar'st as well be hangd 3. Sol. Be friends you fooles We haue French quarrels anow in hand We haue no need of English broyles Kin. T is no treason to cut French crownes For to morrow the king himselfe wil be a clipper Exit the souldiers Enter the King Gloster Epingam and Attendants K. O God of battels steele my souldiers harts Take from them now the sence of rekconing That the apposed multitudes which stand before them May not appall their courage O not to day not to day ô God Thinke on the fault my father made In compassing the crowne I Richards bodie haue interred new And on it hath bestowd more contrite teares Then from it issued forced drops of blood A hundred men haue I in yearly pay Which euery day their withered hands hold vp To heauen to pardon blood And I haue built two chanceries more wil I do Tho all that I can do is all too litle Enter Gloster Glost. My Lord. King My brother Glosters voyce Glost. My Lord the Army stayes vpon your presence King Stay Gloster stay and I will go with thee The day my friends and all things stayes for me Enter Clarence Gloster Exeter and Salisburie War My Lords the French are very strong Exe. There is fiue to one and yet they all are fresh War Of fighting men they haue full fortie thousand Sal. The oddes is all too great Farewell kind Lords Braue Clarence and my Lord of Gloster My Lord of Warwicke and to all farewell Clar. Farewell kind Lord fight valiantly to day And yet in truth I do thee wrong For thou art made on the true sparkes of honour Enter King War O would we had but ten thousand men Now at this instant that doth not worke in England King Whos 's that that wishes so my Cousen Warwick Gods will I would not loose the honour One man would share from me Not for my Kingdome No faith my Cousen wish not one man more Rather proclaime it presently through our campe That he that hath no stomacke to this feast Let him depart his pasport shall be 〈◊〉 And crownes for conuoy put into his purse We would not die in that mans company That feares his fellowship to die with vs. This day is called the day of Cryspin He that outliues this day and sees old age Shall stand a tiptoe when this day is named And rowse him at the name of Cryspin He that outliues this day and comes safe home Shall yearely on the vygill feast his friends And say to morrow is S. Cryspines day Then shall we
in their flowing bowles Be newly remembred Harry the King Bedford and Exeter Clarence and Gloster Warwick and Yorke Familiar in their mouthes as houshold words This story shall the good man tell his sonne And from this day vnto the generall doome But we in it shall be remembred We fewe we happie fewe we bond of brothers For he to day that sheads his blood by mine Shal be my brother be he nere so base This day shall gentle his condition Then shall he strip his sleeues and shew his skars And say these wounds I had on Crispines day And Gentlemen in England now a bed Shall thinke themselues accurst And hold their manhood cheape While any speake that fought with vs Vpon Saint Crispines day Glost. My gracious Lord The French is in the field Kin. Why all things are ready if our minds be so War Perish the man whose mind is backward now King Thou dost not wish more help frō England cousen War Gods will my Liege would you and I alone Without more helpe might fight this battle out Why well said That doth please me better Then to wish me one You know your charge God be with you all Enter the Herald from the French Herald Once more I come to know of thee king Henry What thou wilt giue for raunsome Kin. Who hath sent thee now Her The Constable of France Kin. I prethy beare my former answer backe Bid them atchieue me and then sell my bones Good God why should they mock good fellows thus The man that once did sell the Lions skin While the beast liued was kild with hunting him A many of our bodies shall no doubt Finde graues within your realme of France Tho buried in your dunghils we shal be famed For there the Sun shall greete them And draw vp their honors reaking vp to heauen Leauing their earthly parts to choke your clyme The smel wherof shall breed a plague in France Marke then abundant valour in our English That being dead like to the bullets crasing Breakes forth into a second course of mischiefe Killing in relaps of mortalitie Let me speake proudly Ther 's not a peece of feather in our campe Good argument I hope we shall not flye And time hath worne vs into slouendry But by the mas our hearts are in the trim And my poore souldiers tel me yet ere night Thay le be in fresher robes or they will plucke The gay new cloathes ore your French souldiers eares And turne them out of seruice If they do this As if it please God they shall Then shall our ransome soone be leuied Saue thou thy labour Herauld Come thou no more for ransom gentle Herauld They shall haue nought I sweare but these my bones Which if they haue as I wil leaue am them Will yeeld them litle tell the Constable Her I shall deliuer so Exit Herauld Yorke My gracious Lord vpon my knee I craue The leading of the vaward Kin. Take it braue Yorke Come souldiers le ts away And as thou pleasest God dispose the day Exit Enter the foure French Lords Ge. O diabello Const. Mor du ma vie Or. O what a day is this Bur. O lour dei houte all is gone all is lost Con. We are inough yet liuing in the field To smother vp the English If any order might be thought vpon Bur. A plague of order once more to the field And he that will not follow Burbon now Let him go home and with his cap in hand Like a bace leno hold the chamber doore Why least by a slaue no gentler then my dog His fairest daughter is contamuracke Con. Disorder that hath spoyld vs right vs now Come we in heapes wee le offer vp our liues Vnto these English or else die with fame Come come along Le ts dye with honour our shame doth last too long Exit omnes Enter Pistoll the French man and the Boy Pist. Eyld cur eyld cur French O Monsire ie vous en pree aues petie de moy Pist. Moy shall not serue I will haue fortie moys Boy aske him his name Boy Comant ettes vous apelles French Monsier Fer. Boy He saies his name is Master Fer. Pist. I le Fer him and ferit him and ferke him Boy discus the same in French Boy Sir I do not know what 's French Forfer ferit and fearkt Pist. Bid him prepare for I wil cut his throate Boy Feate vou preat ill voulles coupele votre gage Pist. Onye ma foy couple la gorge Vnlesse thou giue to me egregious raunsome dye One poynt of a foxe French Qui dit ill monsiere Ill ditye si vou ny vouly pa domy luy Boy La gran ransome ill vou tueres French O lee vous en pri petrit gentelhome parle A cee gran capataine pour auez mercie A moy ey Iee donerees pour mon ransome Cinquante ocios Ie suyes vngentelhome de France Pist. What sayes he boy Boy Marry sir he sayes he is a Gentleman of a great House or France and for his ransome He will giue you 500. crownes Pist. My fury shall abate And I the Crownes will take And as I suck blood I will some mercie shew Follow me cur Exit omnes Enter the King and his Nobles Pistoll King What the French retire Yet all is not done yet keepe the French the field Exe. The Duke of Yorke commends him to your Grace King Liues he good Vnckle twise I sawe him downe Twise vp againe From helmet to the spurre all bleeding ore Exe. In which aray braue souldier doth he lye Larding the plaines and by his bloody side Yoake fellow to his honour dying wounds The noble Earle of Suffolke also lyes Suffolke first dyde and Yorke all hasted ore Comes to him where in blood he lay steept And takes him by the beard kisses the gashes That bloodily did yane vpon his face And cryde aloud tary deare cousin Suffolke My soule shall thine keep company in heauen Tary deare soule awhile then flie to rest And in this glorious and well foughten field We kept together in our chiualdry Vpon these words I came and cheerd them vp He tooke me by the hand said deare my Lord Commend my seruice to my soueraigne So did he turne and ouer Suffolkes necke He threw his wounded arme and so espoused to death With blood he sealed An argument Of neuer ending loue The pretie and sweet maner of it Forst those waters from me which I would haue slopt But I not so much of man in me But all my mother came into my eyes And gaue me vp to teares Kin. I blame you not for hearing you I must conuert to teares Alarum soundes What new alarum i◠this Bid euery souldier kill his prisoner Pist. Couple gorge Exit omnes Enter Flewellen and Captaine Gower Flew Godes plud kil the boyes and the lugyge T is the arrants peece of knauery as can be desired In the worell now in your conscience now Gour. T